Fantasy Magic World Novels & Stories

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

She was someone I could see myself being friends with, had she not been from another world. “Maybe that doesn’t have to be a hinderance.” She said in between bites of what appeared to be some sort of quiche. “The whole world difference thing, I mean. Your mates are Gods—with the capital ‘g’, so surely they have enough power to jump back and forth, right?” Dain shifted in his seat, eying Rachel curiously. “You’d want to visit their world?” “How could I not? They have desert cities with magic markets, literal fire horses, and pirates! Doesn’t that sound incredible?”

Then she heard a child’s cry, a baby’s whimper, a husband’s calls, and a woman's screeches. She pulled back quickly touching her heart, "what the hell is that?!" Ena closed the book, exiting a deep sigh, "this book was never written. It wrote itself. What you heard was its ink, the souls it uses to carve each word. It captures every fear. Every last word. The tears that fell from its victims and with that it creates. We call this Soul Magic. The darkest in the world. Not one created, or that was at the beginning of time. No. This is one we created ourselves, one we fuel with our every breath. Do you want to destroy the book? You first must destroy the whole world, for as long as evil desires

After all, he knew how Maleficent could be quite territorial especially when it came to her loved ones and peers. On instinct, the two Halflings did snap their attentions to the three people beyond the barrier they were in. Maleficent the Glutton shifted her gaze to Merlin before she spoke in a curiosity-laden tone of hers. “Merlin, do you have any magic that can make out what they are saying beyond this barrier?” “I do have in fact one spell, but I am from the Ambivalent World and nature is medium to amplify this spell. The state of the Nether World is the complete opposite of nature.”

He raised his gaze to look at me and gave me a rather sad smile, “You’re in the realm of magic.” “Excuse me? Is this some kind of joke?” He was surprised at me reply but then he chuckled, “No.” He answered, “I wouldn’t be able to take it if this was a joke.” “Ah,” I titled my head a bit, “What?” He shook his head, “Nothing. You really are in another world. This world belongs to the Fae and creatures of magic.” I blinked at him in disbelief. That’s when a number of strange creatures began to emerge from behind the trees and began to assemble behind the beautiful man.

He quickly answered, “Most people in your realm are oblivious to ours, even when they collide. You can see into our world and even enter it. Don’t you get it? When you met my father, you crossed the dimensions like it was nothing." "You seemed to have a foot planted in each world. No one else has ever done that. You are powerless in this world because in order for the magic to work, it has to be believed. Sadly, it seems that no one in this world believes in anything except the church council and their angry god.” Alizeh thought about the past four years, and she was not sure what to do. It would be wonderful to live life again, instead of just existing. But she was terrified.

Despite both of them were very real, thanks to the setting, and also since we were on earth, everything seems like a fantasy world that I just made up. “You all see here…this is the world that I called…Fantasma….it’s a world of Medieval fantasy…where there’s a swords, monsters, dragon…and everything that you can Imagine..magics too…I want you all to keep this in mind….these is the setting that I wanted….the vibes had to be maintained as it is…no matter what…”.

There are noises and sights everywhere. Stalls and tents line what seems to be some kind of underground tunnel, candlelight glinting off the brass and silver merchandise. Fire sparks between magic wands and their brandished spells, the strange sounds of incantations and foreign tongues breaking the peaceful quiet. People from all worlds and all races bustle about. Fairies and elves, giants and halflings, everything from the most fantastical stories to the most absurd myths. Smoke from the marketplace rises into the air, choking the air. The marketplace is larger than any I've ever seen. I went to a magical one once, when I was a kid, but that was nothing compared to this.

Only because of a few words. How pathetic. “Whoever got sent there must be going out of their mind right now.” Zen’s voice cuts through the haze of my thoughts. I blink back to the present. “It’s a magic-less world, no?” He arches a brow “It has its own set of rules. A lycan would no longer have their heightened senses or strength in such a place. A witch would no longer have her magic. They must be very frustrated.” Slowly, my head clears and I feel myself breathe again. The seer did say it was a magic-less world.

“How about this, Azalea, when he comes back I’ll sit with you, and you can ask him. Does that sound good?” “You’ll really let me? Zander has us practising on teddies and things.” Willow laughs slightly. “Teddies are a great starting point, but they take less power, magic and energy to manipulate. Someone as big as Alaric or a vampire requires more effort. As I said though, it’s Alaric's choice. He’s still wary of magic, so I wouldn’t get your hopes up too much.” Azalea nods, thanking Willow before scurrying off back to her room. Willow glances around her; she needs to feel happy here. She doesn’t though, and that feeling she has always had seems to be growing.